Elizabeth and I have been friends for more years than we care to remember. She is the one person I feel totally comfortable with, and who knows ALL my secrets. I have always known she is bi-sexual and admired the fact that she took the world by storm, while I was afraid to act on my desires.
I have always been able to be sexually free with her. We had seen each other nude more times than I can remember, slept in the same bed together, shopped for sex toys together, and even fingered ourselves while watching lesbian porn together, but we never took it any farther than that. I think we were both afraid to ruin a good friendship.
I have always felt less in her presence when around men. I am 5' 3" tall, my hair color changes regularly, and I'm a size 8 -- 10. I have curves where they belong, but have more than I'd like in certain areas. I'm not ugly, but I don't stop traffic either. Elizabeth is my opposite. She is 5' 8" with a model's body. Her long brown hair styles beautifully, showing off her gorgeous face. I have seen men literally stop in traffic to get a look at her, and several women have hit her on when we've been out together.
One day we were both in a good mood and felt like hitting the clubs. The first thing we did was hit the mall for killer new outfits. Elizabeth can wear anything and look sexy as hell. It takes a little more for me to find something that I feel flatters me. Elizabeth handled it for me. She found a beautiful royal blue dress that showed off my blue eyes. It hugged my curves, fell to mid thigh and had a deep plunge in the front, exposing about half of my 38DD tits. Fortunately it was very tight in the top, so it held my tits up and in. The skirt of the dress flared away at the waist so that when I spun around you could catch a glimpse of my ass. She found a long necklace for me that fell right in the middle of the tits, drawing the eye straight there. Of course, the outfit included high heels that made my legs look longer. The silver shoes had just a bit of bling on them. I actually felt sexy and more confident.
Elizabeth's outfit was sexy, as always on her. She chose a pure white dress that fit like a second skin. The hem fell just below her ass, which was gorgeous. It was cut in a halter style on top, but the halter portion was not as wide as normal, so the outside swell of her tits was apparent to everyone. There was a keyhole cut out in the center, showing the beautiful cleavage she has. Her 4" red heels accentuated her long legs even more. Not that she needed help in that area.
After we chose our outfits, we hit the salon for manicures and pedicures, along with hair styling and make up. We were feeling adventurous, so before we got our pedicures we decided to remove our panties. As we sat in the chairs, we made sure to give the men doing our toes glimpses of our wet pussies. Elizabeth has always kept her pussy shaved while I usually went with the landing strip. We enjoyed our teasing and the blushing faces of the men working on our feet. The pedicures took a little longer than normal, and we were sure it was intentional.
Riding on our high, we went to Elizabeth's house and got changed into our outfits. As Elizabeth stripped, I couldn't help but admire and be jealous of her gorgeous body. As much as I worked out, I just couldn't get there, but men seemed to enjoy my slightly larger curves, so I did get some attention.
Knowing that we would be drinking, we decided to call a cab for the evening. Elizabeth suggested that we hit a lesbian bar in Houston, not far from where she lives. I was game. We had been a few times before and she got plenty of attention. We always had a great time, danced like crazy and didn't have to deal with the men who wouldn't take "No" for an answer.
Elizabeth must have been worked up, because she gave the cab driver an earful. She was telling me how wet her pussy was, how hard her nipples were, and how much she was hoping she was going to get to eat some pussy tonight. Hell, I was getting hot from what she said. I had seen her with women a few times and it never failed to make my pussy wet. I didn't have Elizabeth's confidence. I had watched videos, observed other women, but I had never actually been with another woman before. I longed to lick a pussy, plunge my fingers into the tight wetness and clamp my mouth over hard nipples. I knew Elizabeth had done every bit of it and I wished I had her confidence to follow through. My role was relegated to watching her with the women while I fingered myself and fantasized. I was always too shy to take that final step.
When the cab pulled up to the bar, we jumped out, leaving the driver a generous tip. Music was pumping from the club. We were dancing in line as we waited to get our IDs checked. My desire was rising. I couldn't wait to get in and see the other women and start dancing.
The club was about half full and there were several beautiful women. Elizabeth and I made our way to the bar and ordered our usual margaritas. Tequila lowers Elizabeth's inhibitions and it is great to watch, especially when other women are involved. She has regularly stripped and I had seen her with several women after shots of tequila. I knew we were in for a fun night.
After downing our drinks, we headed to the dance floor. We were in a party mood and our dancing reflected this. We were moving, shaking everything, hands running up and down our own bodies. Elizabeth freely rubbed her hands over her tits and ass. I am more shy and felt self-conscious doing that, so I stayed along my sides.
One of the things I love about Elizabeth is that she takes life by the balls. When I first met her, I hated this and thought she was a royal bitch. However, the more I got to know her, the more admired this quality, and she actually taught me to be a stronger woman. My sex life is significantly better for it. I now ask for what I want, rather than waiting for a man to give it to me.
As I watched Elizabeth, once again, I wished I had her strength, her freedom in her sexuality, her self-confidence in her body, and her just plain sexiness. Her attitude was gaining her attention, which is normal.
Soon there was a large group on the dance floor, bodies grinding against each other, the smell of sex and sweat in the air. I got more turned on with each passing minute. My pussy started to throb, my juices starting to flow.
When I found myself sandwiched between two attractive women with their hands running over my body, I felt the electricity shooting straight to my tits and pussy. I had mounds of tits pressed against my own tits and my back. Tentatively, I reached forward, running my hands up the legs of the woman in front of me. It was the first time I had touched a woman in even the remotest of a sexual manner. I loved what I felt. Her hot skin grinding against mine; her smooth legs yielding up to her ass. I dared to inch my hand up under her skirt. It was greeted with the smooth skin of her soft but firm ass. Pussy juice dripped down my leg as we continued.
I hadn't realized Elizabeth was nearby. I heard her yell to me. "Go for it girl." I looked over to see Elizabeth in much the same position I was. She had another margarita in her hand and I had seen her do a few shots of tequila. She was in full party mode. I knew she was far more daring than I was and probably had had her fingers inside at least one pussy tonight. Thinking about that dared me to grab the woman in front of me with both hands. I caressed her smooth ass, as her hands made their way to my tits. My nipples were hard as it was. She was not hesitant to roll them between her fingers, give them a good hard pinch, and pull on them until I damn near came right on the dance floor. The woman behind me slid her hands up my dress, grabbing my ass. One hand stayed under my skirt, while the other joined the woman in front of me, working my nipples. My pussy was soaking wet. I hadn't even realized the music had changed until I heard a voice near my head.
"Ladies, I think you need to share this fine piece of ass."
I looked up to see a beautiful woman with auburn hair and green eyes. The outfit that she barely wore showed more than it covered. Her short black skirt started right at her hip bones and ended just below her ass. Her top, if you can call it that, was one piece of material. It was a strip across her back, coming around the front, criss crossing over her tits and tied behind her neck. One tug and her tits would fall out for everyone to see, and taste. They were a nice size; probably about a 36 C. They would fit nicely in my hands and mouth. My pussy clenched at the sight of her. My mind raced with thoughts of sucking on her nipples, licking the exposed skin of her torso, especially around her belly button ring. Her legs were long and lean, further enhanced by the heels she was wearing.
The music had slowed, and she pulled me close to her. I couldn't speak. Her hands explored my body, lifting my skirt for virtually everyone in the bar to see my bare ass. This was every fantasy I had ever had playing out on a dance floor.
"I met your friend Elizabeth," she said.
My heart sank. She was just using me to get to Elizabeth. This wouldn't be the first time this had happened.
"She told me that you're a lesbian virgin. You haven't had those luscious lips hit a pussy yet."
I couldn't believe that Elizabeth had told her that.
